OMG! the very height of embarrassment, here I was decked out in my finery, feeling “mucho” hot with what must be 10inch heels. I am used to wearing heels, indeed I wear them almost every day. But today, completely sober I fell twisting my ankle not once but twice, falling forward (the first time) and flat on my ass the second time. While my natural padding protected me from hurting my butt bone, my ankle made some interesting crackling noises both times and is now swollen and painful.
Pretty sure that the ankle is not broken, though between me, you, and the episode of Dangerous Minds on tv, it feels pretty bad.
Here I am at the coolest conference of the year XP2010 in my room, popping pain pills.
Total bummer!
I am certainly not known for my grace, actually an ex boyfriend once told me that I walk like a hippo, at the time I was about 20kgs lighter than I am now, there really was a time when I was truly skinny.. Aaah the lost beauty of youth.. but he was referring to the fact that I tend to stomp around and can be heard approaching even by the deaf, you know the reverberations through the concrete. So it goes without saying that I am not very good at sneaking up on people, what with the heavy steps and giggling thus sealing my fate to never be a ninja. Anyway, the point is that knowing my limitations I have not wanted to dance fearful of the pointing and laughing that surely would ensue.
But I guess age has kicked in and I no longer care about the pointing, the laughing though is still kind of hard but I just ingnore it and shake my booty with abandon and joy, enjoying that base drum pounding through me.
I am even thinking that I might want to join a class or something, the problem is finding one for the coordination challenged.
So if you see some wild chick on the dance floor rockin’ out with a big smile and a bit clumsy and uncoordinated, that just might be me – come on over and dance with me, I promise to not poke your eye out, at least not on purpose.
Even though the choice has been mine, and I have been adamant, once that train leaves the station and the opportunity is lost, does the consequence truly become clear. I know this is what I have wanted all along and should be grateful that it is resolving itself. But now, I am of course worried that I may have misjudged. But this time, for once, I am going to leave well alone.
Standing firm, waving sadly and reluctantly.
